Treasure Island

Classical Poems


Title Poet
When The Sleepy Man Comes
When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes,
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts poet by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
on 4/16/2010
When the spring mornings grew more long
When the spring mornings grew more long
early I woke from dream that told
Christopher John Brennan poet by Christopher John Brennan
on 3/1/2010
When The Storm Was Proudest
When the storm was proudest,
And the wind was loudest,
George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan
When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Thomas Bailey Aldrich poet by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
on 4/8/2010
When The Sun Come After Rain
WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
Robert Louis Stevenson poet by Robert Louis Stevenson
on 12/31/2002
When The Sun's Behind The Hill
There's a soft and peaceful feeling
Comes across the farming hand
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis poet by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
on 9/4/2012
When The Sword Of Sixty Comes Nigh His Head
When the sword of sixty comes nigh his head
give a man no wine, for he is drunk with years.
Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi poet by Hakīm Abu'l-Qāsim Ferdowsī Tūsī Firdowsi
on 4/20/2010
When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever th
Rabindranath Tagore poet by Rabindranath Tagore
on 3/23/2010
When the Watchman Saw the Light
Winter, summer, the watchman sat there looking out
from the roof of Atreus' palace.
Constantine P. Cavafy poet by Constantine P. Cavafy
on 9/26/2012
When The Wind Storms By With A Shout
When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves
Rejoice in the tramp and the roar of onsetting waves,
William Ernest Henley poet by William Ernest Henley
on 4/12/2010
When the winter chrysanthemums go
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
Matsuo Basho poet by Matsuo Basho
on 1/13/2003
When the World is burning
WHEN the world is burning,
Fired within, yet turning
Ebenezer Jones poet by Ebenezer Jones
on 1/4/2003
When the Year grows Old
I cannot but remember
   When the year grows old --
Edna St. Vincent Millay poet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
on 1/4/2003
When The Young Are Grown
Once the house was lovely, but it's lonely here to-day,
For time has come an' stained its walls an' called the young away;
Edgar Albert Guest poet by Edgar Albert Guest
on 7/12/2014
When There Is Peace
“When there is Peace our land no more
Will be the land we knew of yore.”
Henry Austin Dobson poet by Henry Austin Dobson
on 1/18/2012
When There's Health In The House
When there's good health In the house, there is laughter everywhere,
And the skies are bright and sunny and the roads are smooth and fair,
Edgar Albert Guest poet by Edgar Albert Guest
on 8/20/2014
When they are roused
Try to guard them, poet
However few they are that can be held.
Constantine P. Cavafy poet by Constantine P. Cavafy
on 4/7/2010
When They Come Alive
Try to keep them, poet,
those erotic visions of yours,
Constantine P. Cavafy poet by Constantine P. Cavafy
on 9/26/2012
When They Draw Us
When they draw us, the children,
as great beaming sun-faces
Eric Torgersen poet by Eric Torgersen
on 3/27/2012
When This Old World Was New
When this old world was new,
Before the towns were made,
Henry Austin Dobson poet by Henry Austin Dobson
on 4/14/2010
When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght,
Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to rest at night,
George Gascoigne poet by George Gascoigne
on 4/20/2010
When Thou must Home to Shades of Underground
When thou must home to shades of underground,
And there arriv'd, a new admired guest,
Thomas Campion poet by Thomas Campion
on 5/13/2001
When to her Lute Corinna Sings
When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
Thomas Campion poet by Thomas Campion
on 4/15/2010
When To The Attractions Of The Busy World
WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world,
Preferring studious leisure, I had chosen
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 4/5/2010
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (Sonnet 30)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
William Shakespeare poet by William Shakespeare
on 1/20/2003
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